And we're done.
The sorority house is now empty of all the things we brought in to make it the Clarion West Writers Workshop and worst of all, of all the students. The instructors have all gone home. There are still a few things to mail, a few bureaucratic tasks, items to be returned here and there, but it's over.
I'm not as exhausted post-workshop as I have been in previous years, though I was pretty punchy on move-out Saturday.
I managed just the bare minimum seven hours unplugged working on the novel this week. I also confess that for some portion of that time my eyes were closed. But! I'm now well into the second section (of three) of the novel revision and am really, really happy with what I've done. This is the revision that has finally (to me, at least, time will tell if it works for other readers) kicked it up a level, to what I've always been aiming for. I think it's there: as good as I can make it.
It's wonderful but also a little scary.
I was worried that the new poem this week would be a poor and hasty thing, but as it turns out I'm pretty happy with this first draft. It's a love poem, but also inspired by our garden and by once again watching a Clarion West class have to say goodbye to each other after six weeks of becoming each others' new tribe. They spent most of their final night together staying up to watch the sunrise together.
Thank you all again so much for your support of me and of Clarion West!
Chant for Summer Darkness in Northwest Climes
The taste of blue, as in bursting berries,
as in the air's weight on our tongues,
raspberry red as a summer's day turns.
West over water, the light once plum once
salmon turns aqua turns midnight blue
hazed with stars I make you name.
[It's not too late! You can still visit this link to sponsor me in the Clarion West Write-a-thon, at which time I will send you the full draft of this and the other poems I wrote over the course of the write-a-thon.]